Hi Everyone! It’s Day One of Blogpaws week.
Wonderpurr.com is a Finalist for Best Pet Humor Blog, so naturally I am very excited to be attending this year’s conference in Myrtle Beach. I’ve had friends who aren’t able to attend ask me to keep them posted, so I thought I’d write a diary.
My fur sibs were under the impression that this was an ordindary Monday just like all the other Mondays…until Mom and Dad started pushing stuff out the front door to pack the van. I, of course, supervised. I felt kinda bad for Dori, as she doesn’t like car rides to the vet, and when she saw the pink carrier come out, she disappeared under something and didn’t come out to say Goodbye to Mom and wish me luck on the Nose-to-Nose Award.
I really had hoped Dori would come with me to Blogpaws this year so I could show off my little sister…I’m so proud of her! Plus she’s very pretty. But Mom says Dori needs to learn not to be afraid of cars before she can go to Blogpaws. Good luck with that happening.
Before we could leave, Dad had to clean litter boxes and do a final check on stuff while Mom fed the Wonderpurr Gang and the soon-to-be mommy raccoons that hang out in our yard…like, all the time cuz why wouldn’t they when food is practically served on a silver platter…
Accompanying us on the trip to Myrtle Beach is Bionic Basil’s clone, sent to me to bring to his mom who we will be seeing at Blogpaws. Ms Cathrine told my Mom to take Basil out of the delivery box so he could breathe, and against her better judgment…Mom did.
Anyway! We hit the road around 9 with the back of the van crammed with my personal commode, food dishes, two beds (I’m picky) and of course, Mosey, my beloved Gen7Pets stroller. Plus a bunch of human stuff that my parents find necessary. Dad sez the same thing every time we travel… “Are we bringing the whole house with us?” Ratio-wise, I get the most space for my stuff in the van, except I like to travel on Mom’s lap where I watch for trucks.
I love trucks. Big ones! Mom thinks I might have belonged to a trucker when I was a kitten. I positively vibrate with excitement when we pull into a truck stop. Ah! The smell of gasoline, the rumble of diesel engines, and the sound of air brakes!
After we’d been on the road for awhile, we all needed to stretch our legs, so Dad pulled off the road to a rest stop.
Stay tuned for another entry from my Blogpaws diary!